not quite blogging material but...

well good morning i woke up in my house, (for a change) to find mist coming from my breath. it was freezing. there was frost INSIDE the room. so what happened from yesterday night to today. how should i know! im not an engineer..i believe in bad luck and karma. i woke up in a house that seems to be a complete stranger to my life now. i moved back in september, having spent a large proportion of my good looking, post puberty life outside it. i remember two weeks i was cooking for a friend, and i couldnt even find the nice clean scratch free frying pan...my mum, amazing cook that she is, doest not seem to keep one. she believes in antiques and using past flavours stuck on the pan years gone by... anyway a friend of mine stayed over yesterday. i thought it would be a good reason to show her seveal past memories that have helped to mould me into the dashing man that you see before you... .



......mmm very dashing indeed. anyway we went to my private school, Merchant Taylors School. Its funny, that for 6 years i couldnt wait to get out of that no girls, dull grey suits, farty hymn singing old men decaying old building....but now im showing my friends with pride this 20 acre, majestic and historical atmosphere for learning and education....ok, i fail quite miserably to describe my school in a positive way...
What im trying to say is that its nice to know where you came from, and look at your past. walking in a wood, that i used to live by and seeing the garden of my old house where i used to bum around 15 years ago, seemed to give me a sense of comfort, that no matter where i go, i will always be able to call this place my home...
it makes you feel fulfilled. im comfortable that no matter what happens to me, and no matter who dumps me, i can always go home and relax in the suburbs of london, far from the chaotic drama of london traffic, and enjoy a quiet drink in the local with a friend, or even eat my mum's curry...